Showing posts with label Something to do at work. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Something to do at work. Show all posts

Thursday, July 3, 2008

What the Hell Am I Doing At Work?


That's the thought I ponder as I sit at my desk. This day is going to be looooong. With that in mind, I'll try to post a few more times today to help you if you're trapped in the same predictament as myself.

I've decided that Keeley Hazell is my new flavor of the week. Previous participants include Jennifer Walcott, Scarlett Johanssen, Lindsay Lohan circa Mean Girls, Lacey Chabert, Jenny McCarthy back in that terrible MTV show Singled Out, and well, the list goes on. If you look at the tags for this post, you will see my coined phrase if only I had a brick. Feel free to use it.

Speaking of hot women, there is nothing better then walking around the city these days with all these hot chicks in tight white or black pants. Please continue this trend, ladies. You're the only reason I wake up in the morning. That and my ringing headache from too many 7 & 7's. If you too are little on the hungover side, take this prescription: 1 or 2 Vitamin Water Revive's, and 2 advil. You'll thank about an hour afterwards.

For the weekend send off song/video, I'm feeling some classic rock is in order. I give you Roundabout by Yes. 8 minutes of groove, and possibly one of the best basslines in a song in the past 36 years.

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Pitching a Perfect Game Is a Daunting Task, Work Will Have To Wait


I'll be honest: this game is really not that fun. But once you get about 6 outs away from the throwing the perfect game, it's not about fun anymore. There's no more fucking around. It took me 5 months of off and on playing to finally record 27 outs. I remember jumping up at my desk, and my boss thought I landed a huge deal. When I explained to her I finally pitched a perfect game, she said: So that's going to help you hit your quota? No you dumb cunt, did you hear me? I don't think you did. I just got 5 fucking months of frustration, anger, grief and anguish off my back. So go suck a dick. Of course she instead had a banana because she was/still could be a virgin.

If you're board, give it a try. You have 4 pitches at your arsenal: Fastball, Sinker, Knuckle and Curve. The Knuckle is a bitch that always ends up at some point in the seats, so use it sparingly. My boss might be gone for awhile, so I would expect so more posting from here over at least for the course of the week. That is all, and DJ still make want to hunt down a fucking beagle.
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